The death of a soul

Understandably, the soul exhausts itself. Days Months Years of abuse call for a break down. My soul sleeps… Wearily and restlessly but it attempts to sleep. Dishonestly exclaiming a hope for recovery, While silently begging for an eternal slumber. -ee.

The Ghost

Your dreams were larger than life but unfortunately, I found with time, they were just that…dreams.

An Angry Bed

A meek kiss as a formality
Toothpaste on his lips
Midnight cigarette on hers

Lone Wolf 

He believed he was meant to be alone to protect himself, until the night that his howl echoed in response, and he found her.

The Perfect (Wo)Man

So many people create a list in their heads describing the perfect partner, but are you of equivalent measures?

The EX factor 

Sometimes we were the best of friends, partners in crime, and truly cut from the same cloth. Other times we were ready to kill each other, toxicity at its finest, and frankly a little psychotic.